Drinking is fun
It makes me want to throw up
The evil that I've done
Waves of nausea
Will sink California
Diminishing coastline
Like sweat off a brow
Sinking saunas
and ritual baths
It feels good to swelter
Makes you feel the hidden meaning
Of words like Helter Skelter
The colder the drink
the drier the throat
Awake before dawn
Feeling like desert
in the land of plenty
Who placed morning
so close to night?
Drown me in floods
of cold juice and memory loss
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Of Cold Juice & Memory Loss
By
¡Benjaminista!
at
9:20 AM
Labels: intoxicology, poems
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